http://slow.writerscafe.org/sherra1018 The original writings of author sherra. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078109 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wear your heart on my sleeve.your actual heart though, the one you tore from your chest and gave to me.there was sweat beading on my forehead on the day you set it in my hand with a smile, beating strong and steady.but it's been months since and I can't find you in winter's cold,so at night I lay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/1078709/ I like to get my feet wet in a myriad of acrylic paints and make a mess of them with you.Our toes leave neon prints across a floor of pristine white.We break into Life's house, drag her expensive canvas off of its stand,and place it on the floor,relentlessly making collages of rainbow footprints in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/1078700/ silly, stupid me, naive enough to hope for prosperity i mean have you seen the economyit's all over the newspapersthat we give cats to piss on i mean we can't even afford a litter boxbecause the cable monopoly in my areacosts 60 bucks.i want reasonably priced programming, d****t!but i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/1010397/ The parallel to a poem I wrote four years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/980366/ It’s the twitch of your fingers against marbleshallow, painful breaths,the narrowing of the eyesnever feeling at ease.There’s never enough oxygen for your lungsand your palms burnwhen your nails dig into your skinand your nervous chewingleaves dots of blood on your lower lip. It&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/960790/ i am sight and soundi am musicbut music cannot be heard in outer spacespacea never ending vacuumthat sucks up my wordsa black hole stretching me'til i cannot breathebut still i fight to the death to beheardi am tall to my counterpartsbut we are all smallall so frighteningly smallspecks in an ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/940826/ To the point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/441839/ Run your finger tips down my cheek,Make my heart pound,And make it hard to catch my breath,Kiss my lips,Explore my mouth,Push me down, againstThe hood of your car,Lean closer to meBefore you let me go,Tickle my stomach,And make me laugh,Then break my heart, again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/441835/ She was lost in the dark, shivering in the cold.And she needed someone, to show her just where to go.They were right by her side,But she thought that she was alone.Facing the world on her own.We had our laughs and our cries,Showing the world who's inside.The ones we thought we couldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/425738/ I woke late. 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I'm not sure how it's going to go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/391529/ Cookies and cream eat at my spleen.Re-fried rice is a sacrifice.Dirty feet don't smell so sweet.The beautiful snow covers the floor like a sheet.The girl weeps as her heart sleeps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/337951/ I ran and I ran till I lost my breath,The veins of my heart wrenching inside of me...My silent cry would filter out of my stomach,But still left the pain and the agony...My thoughts lost in my mind,Forcing my thoughts made me feel so blind...The aftermath of what I thought and do,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherra1018/337948/ It's poetic, and not poetic, in its own special way... I should be doing my homework, by the way. Oh hey! That rhymes! 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